Katherine H. Belle Poems

It smells like you
This room of mine
Your essence fills the air.
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Flightless nights of dreamless slumber
fill the ever quenching void within my soul
I have made many decisions in my past
some of which I am not proud of.
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A bitter taste fills my mouth
Rolling off the back of my tounge
in waves.
Like the crashing tides of a distant shore.
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Water crest
and bubbles
woolen socks
and troubles
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Letters escape from the tip of my pen.
Forming images, and feelings
Like little fairies that dance on the edge of the horizon
They are of the unknown.
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Some days I just feel so lost.
Like I'm the fleeting memory of a life that was once lived.
I feel like I'm in the middle of a crowded room,
but no one sees me.
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I remain the mule.
The animal to which you ride
and use
without consideration.
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There are days when I hate to love you.
When you are the only thing that makes me go crazy
while I'm trying to keep calmly sane.
There are days when you are painfully beautiful.
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Numb
In my fingers
Behind my eyes
In my hollow heart.
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Bless me father, for I have sinned.
I have never been to confession.
Today is the last day of my life.
and I fear my soul is no longer
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